Perverts 'R' Us

The Vicar's Wife - Part 3

By Martin ( MM/FF/f, nc )

Playing the church organ was the final member of John and Linda's group. Simon Lever looked like you would expect a 23-year-old who played the organ in church to look like. Tall, with glasses he looked slightly geeky and, of course, lived at home with his parents (sitting some rows back in the church feeling the pain and sorrow of it all like the good respectable lower-middle-class couple they were).

Simon was not like his parents. He did not give a shit about Roberta-Anne or her parents' grief, which made him laugh more than anything else.

Blessed like most young teenage boys with almost never ending horniness he had discovered the fun to be had in Gents lavatories by the time he was 14. The graffiti and drawings on the walls aroused him and he used to visit them whenever possible to wank off. That was where Colonel Tony found him stroking his teenage cock while reading an account of some guy who claimed to have fucked his 12-year-old sister. Once he'd seen him. Tony did not waste time in showing this new piece of fuck meat what a man's cock looked like and after a few minutes they were both locked in a cubicle with Tony giving Simon his first ever blowjob.

After some further meetings (like a pub, every "cottage" has its regulars) Tony invited Simon to his house when his wife Margery was out (he didn't want to scare the boy off by introducing a woman into their games too soon) and at the age of 15 Simon had his first man fuck over the back of a sofa. With careful grooming Simon progressed from gay sucking and fucking through videos of bondage and rape to full blown sadism and kiddie porn. Simon's parents were overjoyed that their son was associating with what they thought were the "upper classes" by "doing odd jobs" for the Colonel and his wife.

The introduction of Tony's wife was a tricky stage. Like most boys, and even some men, it never occurred to Simon that a woman could be equally as sexed up and perverted as a man. Anyway, Tony managed it (not for the first time) and the result was that after eight years with Tony and his wife, Simon Lever was a cruel and sadistic bisexual who got his fun seeing innocent victims raped and abused and hearing them screaming their heads off.

The service went on and on (far too long in Linda's opinion) and John droned out meaningless drivel in a way that only a clergyman can. Finally, it was all over and the congregation came out into the sunlight to meet the waiting TV cameras and press photographers. Linda managed to get herself into a shot with Roberta-Anne's Mother which she was looking forward to making the little slag watch later on and John spoke to the TV cameras saying how terrible it all was ("Please, please don't let them see he has a hard on", thought Linda) but finally it was all done and the parents went away with a female Police family liaison officer ("Sexy little thing" said Margery to Linda, "like to see her squealing on the end of a strap-on").

For the look of the thing, Linda made sure people saw her invite the Colonel, Margery and Simon back to the Vicarage for some "refreshment". That way no one would be surprised when they all went off together.

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About an hour later five people entered the church and the sexy clicking sound of high heels, hard and vicious, was heard coming up the aisle. Linda and Margery both now wearing stilettos and long coats led the way after them came Tony and Simon. After a brief pause followed the Vicar who had stopped to both lock and bolt the church door.

Margery stopped before the altar and allowed her coat to open. Underneath she had a black Basque with six suspenders and stockings, nothing else. She faced the altar, reached down between her legs and, with a loud squelching sound, lewdly frigged her cunt. "Hail Satan! Today we are going to do evil!!" she proclaimed somewhat dramatically.

"Margery, you're an idiot!" laughed Linda.

"If you'd been taught by nuns for 7 years like me darling, you'd understand the need to do that." replied Margery who clearly found it equally funny.

"Women!" was the Colonel's comment from behind.

They all went to a small door in a pillar which John unlocked and then locked and bolted behind them once everyone was through. After going down a spiral stair, he did the same with a final door (all the church doors were good solid Victorian oak 3 inches thick) and they were in the crypt under the church.

The crypt was lit only by three bare light bulbs. There were no windows or grills, so no real ventilation. After a long session, the place would be full of the stench of sweat, fear, cunt juice, cum and piss. In other words of PERVERTED SEX! Linda thought it the most gorgeous smell in the world.

At one side of the crypt, chained to a pillar by her ankles and lying in a pool of her own urine was 7-year-old Roberta-Anne. She was four foot high or thereabouts, with shoulder length brown hair and was dressed in a yellow top and trousers which could have been either a tracksuit or pajamas. "Typical chav clothes whatever it is," thought Linda. She was either asleep or unconscious. It didn't matter which to any of the adults present.

Linda took off her coat and, went over. She was wearing black hold up stockings and high heels but in addition to Roberta-Anne's own cross around her neck and the inverted cross on her labia ring, she now had two heavy gold rings in her nipples. Linda looked down at the little girl. She smiled and bought her foot back.

"WAKE UP YOU FUCKING UGLY CUNT!" she screamed as she drove her foot hard into the girl's stomach. "WAKE UP YOU WORTHLESS FUCKING BITCH!"

As she did so, the men all of who were still dressed in their suits started to open their flies and soon three erect pricks were being displayed and stroked while Margery leaned against a pillar and lit a small dark cigar with a gold lighter.

Roberta-Anne opened her eyes with a start and immediately started to cry and say something which no one could make out. Lack of food and water had weakened her and speaking was too much of an effort for her.

"Sobbing for Mummy won't help you, slut," said Linda, "your Mummy doesn't want you. She thinks you're a bad wicked little girl and that's why she gave you to us. She says she never wants to see your ugly face again 'cause you make her sick!!" Linda kept repeatedly jabbing the pointed toe of her shoe into the girl's tummy as she spoke.

"Your Mother says you are a horrible little brat and she wishes you were dead," added Margery from the back of the crypt. From the men the only sound was their breathing which was starting to come harder now.

"So we're going to teach you how to be a good girl." said Linda. "We're you family from now on. Come and meet you new Granny."

With that she reached down and undid the combination padlocks, two of them, that fastened the little slut's leg chains and dragged her to her feet.

"Strip her, boys." said Linda

John and Simon roughly undressed the little girl who seemed to be in a state of shock as she offered no real resistance. John took her wet little cotton panties, once pale pink but not any longer, and pressed them to his face and inhaled, stroking his erection as he did so. He then passed them on to Simon who did the same "The slut's piss tastes good, Simon." he said.

While this was going on, Margery had sat down in a low wooden chair and opened her thighs and Tony had gone over to a corner and fetched something which he now hid behind his back.

Linda took the now naked little whore from the two men and, gripping her very tightly by the back of the neck, pushed her over to where Margery was sitting, or more properly lolling in the chair.

"KNEEL DOWN CUNT!" yelled Linda and, without giving Roberta-Anne a chance to obey pushed her down onto her knees hard.

"Hello darling" said Margery in a deceptively friendly voice, "would you like to come and give your new Granny a nice big kiss?"

Roberta-Anne finally managed to say something coherent "Your n-n-not my Nanna!"

"Your Nanna's dead, bitch. This is your new Nana now." said Linda. (It must have been a very sudden death, for Roberta-Anne's Grandmother had seemed healthy enough when she left the church a about an hour and a half ago.)

"Kiss me, darling." said Margery in the nicest tone imaginable. Linda pushed the little slut's face between Margery's thighs and Margery paced her hands on the back of her head. Making sure her fingers were gripping large handfuls of Roberta-Anne's hair so she had total control, Margery pulled her face into her cunt. At first she just used Roberta-Anne's face as a dildo, working it up and down her dripping wet twat and sometimes raising her arse to push herself onto the small child who was struggling now. Margery had too much experience of this game to be worried about a 7-year-old getting away fro her. Her breathing was heavy now and removing one hand from the girl's head she picked up her cigar, put it to her lips, and inhaled long and slowly.

"Now darling" she said to Tony, "do it now."

Tony came forward with the "tart tamer" the six thick straightened wire coat hangers bound with tape at one end. The other three, all slowly masturbating themselves, stood back. Tony raised his arm.

It came down hard, fast and accurately on Roberta-Anne's arse. In all her 7 years she had never known pain like it, how could she have? Her scream, although muffled by Margery's cunt and thighs, was audible to everyone in the crypt as was the grunting sound, like a female tennis player giving a hard serve, which Margery made when the sensation of the scream hit first her clitoris and then her brain.

"More" she said.